The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended curtain of gray mist that clung to the windowpanes of the town hall, blurring the world outside into a watercolor smear of wet asphalt and dying oaks. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of lavender soap and old wood, a cloying perfume that seemed to seep into the very fibers of the wool coat Mara was wearing. It was a heavy thing, a...

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